by Shan
“Hey, black men! This is the house of the Lord; I have to ask you not to use that language up in here,” the Pastor stepped in between Kevin and I, placing a hand on the each of us. “I know that this is not the way that either of you want to say goodbye. Let's not point the fingers at one another; this is a time that we all need to come together and pray for the young souls that was lost.”
I slapped the pastor’s hand away, “Get your hands off of me man!”
I walked away from the circle, leaving the doors of the church, and the foolishness behind me. Can't believe Kevin had the nerve to approach me with that bullshit. I called him numerous times, attempting to get information about Rozalyn and the situation she got involved in back in New York and was only ignored. I had to go through Starr and Latoya to actually find out what happened between her and P.J.. Kevin or her father didn't do anything to help me; they can say they care all they want or blame it on the fact that I wasn't in the likes of them but for what it's worth we all wanted the same thing. To find Rozalyn.
“Tae! Tae! Wait a minute!” I looked over my shoulder to see Starr running towards me followed behind Kayla and Brian.
“What?” I asked.
“You can’t just leave like that. Don’t let them run you off. We all gotta say goodbye, this is the last chance we gonna get,” Starr said.
“I’m not about to stick around here while a bunch of muthafuckas who didn’t even give a fuck about Rozalyn try and accuse me of hurting her and my fuckin’ seed! I’ll say my goodbye another damn way!”
“Tae, at least come to the gravesite. You know you gonna regret it if you don’t. Don’t do this. Screw them.”
I shook my head and turned around walking towards where I’d parked my car. I could hear Kayla running after me, calling my name but I chose to ignore her. It seemed to me that she was siding with the damn enemy and as far as I could tell I didn’t have shit to say to her nor did she have anything to say to me.
“Tae! Damn it! I know you hear me calling you!” Kayla yelled as we both reached the Navigator.
“Kayla, I ain’t got shit to say to you. Get the hell away from me before I do something to your ass we both gonna regret,” I spit.
“I didn’t know how to tell you Tae! It was going on before any of this even happened with Rozalyn. He’s been going through a lot dealing with this just like you!” Kayla cried.
“Man, whatever. He was going through so much that he couldn’t even help me! He ignored every one of my phone calls or either shot shit at me whenever I did get a chance to speak with him! I’m not trying to hear that shit!”
“He’s moving down here with me Tae. Ron gave him a job at the club!” Kayla yelled as I jumped in my car and slammed the door in her face. I cranked the engine and burned the block; leaving Kayla standing on the corner to sulk in the pity she felt alone.
*****
“Have a glass of champagne with me?” Kari asked.
“Nah, I don't want no muthafuckin’ champagne. I wanna know what the fuck you got me over here for,” I said trying to keep my eyes off of her exposed thighs. It was obvious by the way Ms. Kari was dressed when she answered the door in a red Victoria Secret teddy that she had more than some info to give me.
“Calm down daddy. Why don't we just enjoy the moment and I will tell you why I have you here,” Kari walked over to her entertainment center turning on the stereo blasting R. Kelly's ‘Bump N Grind’.
“Damn, this bitch is crazy,” I mumbled. I pulled the blunt from behind my ear that I stashed earlier, firing it up, and watching Kari display her best stripper moves. I can't lie and say that I wasn't a little intrigued and turned on by her antics; my dick was thumping away in my jeans. I kept one hand on the blunt and the other on my pistol in case this bitch had somebody coming out the back room or something.
“I don't see nothing wrong
with a little bump and grind
I don't see nothing wrong
with a little bump and grind”
When R. Kelly vocally expressed over the speakers how he didn't see anything wrong with two people fuckin’ Kari made it her business to come tooting her ass right up in front of me; exposing the inside of her pink pussy as she bent over. I took a deep toke on the blunt, let out the smoke then pulled my pistol from the inside of my jacket. I placed the tip of the pistol right between Kari's legs brushing it against her clit.
“Woo daddy, you feel so….”
The sound of me removing the safety alarmed her that it wasn’t my big black dick she was feeling pressing against her pussy, “Now, bitch look. I don't know what kind of games you playing but I ain’t got time for this shit a’ight? Cut the fuckin’ music off; tell me what the fuck you got me over here for so I can get the fuck out of here.”
“Wooo, that just turns me on,” Kari pulled away from the pistol then got onto her knees, crawling around and purring like she was a little kitten. I shook my head, puffed on my blunt, and was about to grab my keys to jet when she grabbed my pants and undid my belt.
“Your ass is crazy, I'm out,” I said.
“I know who the witness is that's testifying against you. I've worked my ass off to get this information for you, all because ever since I first saw you I wanted you to fuck me. I don't want your money; I just want you to fuck me. Nice and rough; that's the price you gotta pay me for the info I have for you,” she said before taking my dick into her mouth.
I placed the gun to her temple trying to see if she would choke up but she didn't, she only sucked deeper and harder making my dick hit the back of her tonsils. I pulled the pistol away, tucked it in my back, and grabbed a head full of Kari's hair.
“How do I know I can trust you? You not trying to set me up are you?”
She slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth, took her tongue and licked the shaft up and down before speaking, “Look my husband is a square a’ight? I like to fuck bad ass muthafuckas like you when he's away. Either you're gonna give me the dick and get the info you need or you're gonna leave and let the jury fry your fine ass. Which do you prefer?”
I pulled Kari up from the floor by her hair, grabbed her hand, and let her lead the way. She walked me to her bedroom, which was lit up with a red fluorescent light. She was a major freak. I knew when I saw her ass earlier today, them glasses was just for TV ‘cause she went from looking like a black Punky Brewster to Melyssa Ford getting ready to do a porno shoot.
I pulled a rubber out my pocket, took my .22 from my back, and sat it on the nightstand right next to me. After opening the package of the condom, I slid it onto my erection, and glided my way into Kari's warm and wet pussy. She was ready for a nigga and took no time throwing her ass back at me. Did I say this bitch is crazy? Well if I didn't this bitch is crazy, she wanted me to pull her hair and call her everything except for her name while we had sex. She ordered me to fuck her harder, rougher, deeper, and longer. I did everything she asked me to do; hell I needed to make sure she gave me the information that I needed.
After sexing her ass for what seemed like hours on end, Kari poured herself another glass of champagne and begged me to fuck her in the shower so I did, then I fucked her in her husband's office on his desk. This shit was probably the wildest thing I've ever gone through in my damn life and I have had some of the baddest bitches.
“That was the best dick I have ever had. Oh my God, thank you so much!” Kari said taking a sip of her third glass of champagne. “You sure you don't want anything to drink?”
“I'm good. I do wanna know what you know so I can get up outta here,” I said going through my call log checking my missed calls.
“Can't you stay the night?”
“Hell nah, tell me what the fuck I need to know bitch so I can go.”
“Only if you agree to stay the night with me, please I really enjoyed you and don't want you to leave just yet.”
“Come here,” I said motioning my finger for her to come my way.
Kari waltzed her way on over to me as sexily
as the alcohol would allow. I waited until she was only a foot away from me before I grabbed her by her throat and began to choke her. She was smiling. I assume she thought I was being freaky with her but once she saw I wasn't bullshitting around the smile quickly faded. I choked her until I saw her eyeballs began to pop out of her sockets and her light skin turn red.
“Now bitch you ready to tell me what the fuck I wanna know?” I asked looking into Kari's eyes. She opened and closed her eyes one time and I released her throat; pushing her to the floor. She made a long dry heave and began to cough, frantically sucking for air in the room. “See bitch, you ain’t never fucked with a cat like me. I won't hesitate to kill your muthafuckin’ ass and I need you to believe me when I say that shit.”
“It's Shantae Evans, her name is Shantae Evans,” Kari said the moment she was able to catch her breath.
“Who the fuck is she and where can I find her?” I asked.
“She goes by Peaches, the victim's sister.”
“What? Peaches?”
“If you get off for the murders they're gonna come back and charge you for attempted murder against Shantae. She's been in a rehabilitation center for the past six months. The bullet went through the front of her skull, through her face, and out the side of her neck. She didn't die that night.”
“Who told you this? Where you getting your info from?”
“I have sources all over; it's the perks that come with working for a news station. I never reveal my sources.”
“Where is she at now?”
“I was told that she was in a rehabilitation center near downtown. They didn't tell me the name of it but just that it was not far from the court house.”
“Do I need to kill you Ms. Kari? I kind of feel like you setting me up.”
“I promise you I'm not, I know who you are, and I know who you're affiliated with. In jail or not I know that you can easily send someone after me and I wouldn't take that chance. I kind of hoped that we can continue to see each other.”
“I'll think about it,” I threw over my shoulder as I grabbed my pistol, my keys, and left Kari's crazy ass behind.
***
“Where the hell have you been?” Diamond asked the moment I walked in the door.
“Girl you better back the fuck up!” I yelled shoving her out of my way.
“I done called your ass a million damn times Tae! Where have you been?” Diamond grabbed my arm trying to stop me from walking away from her.
“Diamond get your hands off of me yo, what the hell is your problem?” I jerked away from Diamond's grip.
“My problem is you have been gone all damn day and you didn't pick up your cell not once to let me know if you were okay!”
“Did my brother come in from the club yet?”
“Tae, where have you been?”
I walked away ignoring the sudden jealous rage Diamond was on. I proceeded to check to see if my brother made it from the club we were in the process of building and opening in the next few months. I needed to get some information to Keylan and Dmitri real quickly but I didn't want to be the one to deliver the news. I knew the FBI, reporters, and everybody else would follow me just like they did today when I went to Kari's home. That shit really shocked me when she asked me to come to her home being that she was in the game she was in. The only way she convinced me was by telling me that she would tell anyone that asked that I promised her an exclusive interview. I hoped like hell that it wasn't a fuckin’ set up and I didn’t make a mistake by leaving that bitch alive.
“Tamar, talk to me! Stop walking away from me!” Diamond said following me all over the house.
I turned around and grabbed Diamond by her throat and slammed her into the wall. She was looking just like Kari was looking moments ago, shocked, and fuckin’ scared to damn death, “Leave me the fuck alone a’ight. I ain’t in the mood for this bullshit!”
Kari was right about one thing if this shit panned out to be true, the info she had was well worth my time and definitely worth the price.
3 KEYLAN
Second Chance
“You ready?” Taron asked once he jumped into the driver's side of the van we were driving.
“Yea, I'm ready to teach your ass a few lessons. I just hope you ready to learn,” I answered sleekly sliding the jewelry box I was holding into my pocket.
“Don't tell me you about to pop the question?”
“Damn, you nosy. You don't miss shit do you?”
“Hell nah, you know I notice everything. Toya a pretty cool girl; won't be a bad move. Damn, I guess me and Tae need to jump on it. We slacking, hell me anyway. I’m supposed to get married before all of ya'll.”
“I didn't say I was going to do it bruh so don't go telling everybody. It's just been on my mind, hell you still may get married before us.”
“You brought the ring you might as well do it, ain’t no need to hold on to it.”
“You right, but it took me a long time to buy this muthafucka’ it might just take me a minute to pop the question too,” I said. “Pull up right here; this should be a good spot.”
I jumped out the van once Taron pulled over putting on my tool belt and pulling the hard hat down as far over my eyes at it could go. Taron did the same and walked around to the other side of the van to meet me. “Remember to keep your head down and don't make eye contact with nobody,” I said to Taron as we walked across the street to the rehabilitation center.
“I don't need you to tell me shit. Let's just find this bitch and get the fuck out of here as soon as possible,” Taron said
“Did you talk to ol’ girl?”
“Yea, she said she was going to cut the cameras off about twenty minutes ago. We only got ten minutes to get in here, handle her, and get the hell out of here. So let's keep it clean.”
The minute Taron and I walked into the rehabilitation center we heard a couple of praises from the staff; they thought that we were here to fix the air that coincidentally went out on them this morning. Places like this required cool air which made this the perfect plan for us to get in here and find Peaches’ ass.
Taron came to my crib about three o'clock this morning telling me what Tamar found out. I usually handle jobs on my own but Taron was out to find any way he could to earn the trust of Tamar. I guess he felt like if he helped take care of the one person that was able to send Tamar to jail for the rest of his life then things would be good between them two. Too bad he didn't know that Tamar would always look at him and feel a little leery. Hell he was identical to Tavon, from head to toe, same damn face, same damn build, and same damn voice. It was too hard to look at him and not think about the foul shit that Tavon did. Raping Rozalyn, killing Tamar's firstborn Jr., and killing Rozalyn's brother Zavier. Not only that, but he knew that Andre wanted to kill Tamar and he said nothing about it. After Tavon was released from the hospital when he overdosed on heroin nobody has seen or heard from him. We all believe that Tahj, their pops is hiding his ass out. I know that Tamar wants to believe that P.J. was responsible for Rozalyn's death, but I feel like Tavon and Tahj may have had something to do with her being dead. Tavon told Tamar the last time he saw him that they were gunning for her just as much as they were gunning for Tamar so it only made sense to me.
Taron insisted on actually being the one that put the bullet into Peaches and killing her for the second time. I really hoped this nigga didn't fuck it up ‘cause Peaches' testimony is what could send Tamar to jail for the rest of his life. We both walked through the halls of the rehabilitation center keeping our heads down and giving half a nod when someone spoke to us. Peaches' room was all the way at the end of the hall. I continued to walk past as we came upon her room pretending to check out the air coming from the ventilation room.
I stood by the door peeking down the halls and only pretended to be working when someone passed by. The only way I would know if Taron was done was when he came out the room and nodded for me to follow him. He had a silencer on his piece and the shot would
only be heard from within the room especially with all the noise that was going on this place.
“Let's go!” Taron said as he exited the room.
“Is she dead?” I asked exiting the ventilation room and coming to his side. Taron nodded his head but I needed to be sure; it seems as if God had his hand on a lot of people lately giving damn near everybody a second chance at life. I snatched Taron's bag from him and went into Peaches' room.
“What the fuck is you doing?” Taron asked as he followed behind me.
I pulled the gun from the bag looking on as Peaches gasped for air. Her eyes continuously rolled in the back of her head but she wasn't dead. I looked at Taron enraged. The bitch wasn't dead; her ass was still fuckin’ breathing. I thought to myself
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
I fired three more silenced shots into her body, rocking her ass to sleep this time for good. The rolling of her eyes came to a halt as her soul escaped from her body. “We can go now,” I said to Taron.
We left the same way we came in moving quickly out of the rehabilitation center to the waiting electrician van. Taron ran around to the driver's side, I jumped in the passenger seat, and we peeled off down the block like nothing happened. Now let's see what the muthafuckin’ prosecution has to say about their case now. I thought as I fired up a much needed blunt.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Taron asked breaking the silence. “The bitch was dead; you could've gotten us caught.”
“She wasn't dead; you see she was still breathing! That's what got Tamar in the situation he in now! I had to make sure this time!”
“Nah, you just fuckin’ trigger happy! I knew what the fuck I was doing. That bitch was dead and you know it and if she wasn't by the time they got to her she would've been!”
“Wasn't trying to take no chances bruh, didn't mean to step on your toes but you know this hit was real important not just to Tamar but to all of us.”
